A Hustler’s Requiem

There they stood….darkened…downstairs…standing by two-holed booths: ONE PERSON PER BOOTH….NY STATE LAW…NO TALKING IN LINE….. whispers Pot-bellied tight tee-shirts worn by old fractured failings in the worlds of romance……Never-ending trysts with lads off the buses….found pissing at The Port Authority….payments for services rendered…. Either go to a booth or leave, the Punjab declares, This is […]

Lucky

New York isn’t what it used to be….Chicago… Philly….DC; DC’s always been a town of jack-off’s…so yes… some things never change…. The classes grow farther apart….the blacks feel more oppressed….whites think the short end has fallen to them….everyone a victim….an historic undercoating now shines brightly….the truth no longer dulled….We all got fucked…. It has become […]

Stop

Children beware of men in trench-coats with bare calves…. Women look-out for disgruntled men with fists made from the jawbone of an ass…… Blacks walk on the opposite sidewalk from the boys in blue….maybe they will…..maybe they won’t….. Mexicans….don’t vote Republican….you’ll be sorry…. Fat white men watch your tongue….your days are numbered…. Homeless vets be […]

Gertrude and Langston

Gertrude Stein sits on an oblong dairiaire watching ice melt in New York’s late winter…a change of season comes much too soon….Thanks Dow Chemical…..Thank you Exxon Mobil. … Pictures are taken….as always…Manhattan’s architecture ignored….selfies shot by pretty things….girls not knowing Gertrude….neither dolled-up boys….Thanks? don’t count on it…. And….tucked away in a book-bag….a collection of words […]

This Seat Taken

Manhattan real estate….properties  in Chelsea….marked-by coats….jackets…newspapers..used coffee cups lined in cream…and $5 7-11 pizza boxes…emptied long ago….. Yo….you in my spot, A face scarred   and brown is talking to you, Yo…you hear me? And now one becomes four scarred brown faces…looking and waiting for movement….Take your book-bag/pillow….keep an eye out for vacancies…. But, there are […]

Bad Manhatta Bad

Brown  glistening waters jump and roll and crash and chop and bite and kick….Across town another river does just the same….maybe less bravado…. Flying over Whitman’s Grass……Miller’s Air Conditioned Nightmare…….Mailer’s American Dream…..what must they think of us down below…. God’s chosen making deals on a Manhatta  afternoon as goys jog along concrete paths preparing for […]

Missions

Same clothes been worn for days now…travel lite….don’t get weighed down…. Hotel sized toothpastes…tiny soaps….little bottles of shampoo…..smaller piece…. Loosies doled out for a buck …..menthol madness…How do we do it? volume….volume….volume… And on every street corner….in every crevice…..stairwells….public bathrooms….in parks throughout Manhattan…..the burning of blunts….the stinky fresh smell of burning herb….? Kids…grown-ups….hip-hop clothed….fatigues as […]

Mingus Moanin’

Mingus moanin’ in TimesĀ  Square….hear ’em….drivin’ horns uptown…rhythm section scatterin’….never missin’ a beat….never missin’ a beat…. Mingus moanin’…..the dapper Dan’s and the Suzy Q’s walk in form….going off to a commencement in commerce while a young trick is ployed, Here…look fat and say a baby’s on the way, Some folks’ll buy anything… Mingus moanin’ and […]

Looking for Peace

The bus took Westside Highway up to 92nd….dodging fast cars…semi-trucks…taxi-cabs…. and junkies in junkers trying to get out of Dodge quick as they can…..their souls left in a city with no tolerance for the weak… winners and losers….Guess who won….. Word word word word word….That song keeps playing over and over….every hour on the hour….Word […]

Jong & The Dice Man

Sitting in a shelter next to a guy in a dress with beard stubble and a brooch…Sometimes things just work out this way…. I see your reading Erica Jong, He says softly….almost secretively…She’s very good….very erotic….sexual, A cupped hand covers the mouth, Jong is like an intelligent Andrew Dice Clay, Takes a pill from a […]